One of my more abstract goals for the year is to move to Los Angeles before the cold sets in here in southeast Missouri. This isn't because I hate cold weather, or even small-town life. It's because I hate winter electric bills, lack of opportunity, and lack of access to things that some of you urbanites take for granted. I see L.A. as a chance to make things better.
But in my heart of hearts, a.k.a. my inner Viking, I'm drawn to taiga and tundra, boreal forests and snow, and isolation (but with good Internet access). The idea of living surrounded by buildings and cars, concrete and steel, and far too many people, makes me more clautrophobic than any small space ever could. And I'm not all that fond of deserts, either.
But this morning, I saw this:
That's a photo by Boquiang Liao (which I stumbled across via Vagabondish, which lifted it from Environmental Graffiti's "10 Most Beautiful Urban Parks on Earth", which sourced it via Wikipedia) of Griffith Park, 4310 acres of park land not far from downtown Los Angeles. And it is beautiful.
Granted, it's no isolated stretch of Alaskan coastal route, but it does make the notion of actually living in L.A. squick me out just a little bit less.
Recent Comments